Well, here's the long awaited lemon! I know everyone's just deathly excited about it! I hope you all enjoy!

Warning: This chapter contains MATURE content. This means that if you DO NOT enjoy male on male, you could not stomach this story, so please leave. But the thing is, I don't understand how you got this far without realizing it's a slash. Pity. This story has one guy banging another guy. You have been warned.

It was cold in the room, but I didn't mind, I had all the heat I needed, especially from one Agent Booth.

And I must say, I couldn't complain.

We had, by some miracle, found our way to Booth's office, but not any farther. We were actually aiming to head for his apartment, but I had a feeling we wouldn't have made it that far. Not with the way he was attacking me.

His lips were sucking the life out of me; his tongue probing, never stopping. His hands were all over me, searching, not for any concealed weapons, but for that "special spot", he said. I didn't know what he meant when he said th--

Oh!

I found out!

He had just rubbed me right on my chest, protruding such a venomous response.

"Booth." I said his name with a higher voice than normal, almost a moan.

"Zack." Mm, I like the way he growled my name with his low voice. His hands succeeded in pushing my jacket off, letting it drop to the ground. Lips finally left mine as he trailed down to my jaw, kissing it at some points and sucking it at others. Those wondrous lips finally found their way to my pulse, biting instead of licking.

I moaned again, my hands gripping at his back. It seemed he had taken care to take off his jacket and carrier before assaulting me. Smart.

His mouth kept abusing my neck, switching between sucking, biting, and even licking. It ll felt so nice.

I felt my legs hit his desk, slightly stumbling. "Zack, help me with your shirt," he growled. It was different from his usual growl. It was horse, needy. One could even say sexual.

I liked this growl.

I helped him get my shirt off, hearing it hit the ground behind Booth somewhere after he threw it over his shoulder.

"Much better." He attacked my clavicle.

Collar bone.

He gave it the same treatment he did my pulse, most likelt leaving another mark. Jsut like an animal, really.

My hands fell to grip the sleeve of his shirt, loving what he reduced me to.

"Booth!"

"Don't." My heart stopped when he said this. Did he not want me to call his name? Was he against hearing me speak in such an intimate moment?

"Call me Seeley. You know, my first name?" My heart started to beat again, though I was sure that it had never stopped in the begining, that was impossible. I just felt so relieved wwhen he told me that.

"Seeley," I tested it out on my tongue, seeing how well I could say it. I seemed to have gotten it right when he growled again, but this time shifting his hips forward to grind against mine.

And oh, did that feel nice.

"Seeley," I called out again, letting him catch my lips into another kiss. I really did like calling him Seeley, it was a nice change. A very nice change.

In a flash, his lips left mine, but only to start on my nipple. I never new my nipple was this sensitive, it was another thing I learned.

I had another feeling then. A feeling that I would learn a lot more today than I ever would have expected. A lot more.

Seeley's lips trailed down again, leaving a wet path from where he was licking. He reached my naval, but only to start the licking and biting process all over again.

I've concluded that Seeley had an obsession with biting. Did it have anything to do with his personality? I was no therapist, but I had a feeling it did.

Feelings. I've had a lot of those today too.

Finally, Seeley couldn't go any farther because of my pants. He couldn't bite anymore, lick anymore, or anything.

Oh, was I wrong.

He simply unzipped my pants and pulled them down with my boxers, leaving me completely exposed to him.

And must I say, he looked feral.

He kissed the tip of my arousal, only to make it grow bigger.

I called his name out again, this time a little more begging in my voice. I felt desperate right now, all because I was at the hands of one Seley Booth.

"Please!" I called out. He didn't stall any longer, but instead took me whole into his mouth, nearly making me scream. I've never felt this before, and some sad voice in me whispered that I never would again.

I meerely pushed the voice out of my head.

He did what he did best there; he sucked, bit, licked, and much more I couldn't explain with mere words.

Extravagent. That's what it felt like right now. Pure bliss. I've truly never felt this before.

I needed release, now! "Seeley! I can't hold it anymore!" But apparently he thought I could.

Seeley stopped his minstartions all together and pulled away from me, looking up to see my face. There was a smile on his face, almost a happy smile. Not forced at all.

That was nice.

But I felt the exact opposite. I felt abused, abandoned, and even hurt.

"Just wait," Seeley whispered to me.

He pulled himself up and leaned against my body, flush against his. "Tell me, Zack, what do you want me to do to you?"

I moaned, not knowing what I was supposed to say in reply. "I need you." It was all I could muster out right now, in the state I was in.

But that was all he needed to start stripping himself of his clothes. Once he had discarded all his wear to the ground, he lifted me up so that I sat on the desk.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" he asked, seemingly trying to make this simple. I nodded my head, but then quickly shook it, checking my mistake. "Well then," he whispered, spreading my legs. He stood in between them, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm going to fuck you into this desk repeatedly. Hard and fast until I cum into your ass. Then maybe I'll do it again. We'll find out soon enough."

I only nodded in response, just happy to hear him talking to me like that. "Please, Seeley," I whispered into his ear. He needed no more pushing than my words, because he quickly wiped every thing off the desk behind me, then laying me down flat on my back.

It was nice to know that he didn't care for his things more than he did for me. Actually, considering this, he didn't care for a lot of things. He was risking his job by doing this, most likely.

But Seeley reminded me that none of that was important when he ground into me again, the lack of clothes making it all the more real and explicit. His mouth sealed over mine and brought another moan out from me.

His hands trailed from their position on my arms down to my chest, then to my stomach. He stopped right over my cock and smiled into my lips.

"Can you handle me?" he asked. His voice was a growl again, the kind that I enjoyed.

"Yes?" It wasn't really a question or an answer. Just a reply.

He grabbed my hand and brought it down to his own raging arousal. "Can you handle this," he muttered as he made me grip him. "Can you handle that, in this?" With that, he let go of my hand to let it rest on him as he moved his own hand between us and below me. Where was he—

Oh.

Oh.

He had a finger slowly circling my whole. Now that I thought about it, how was that going to fit.

"How?" I whispered into his neck. My back arched up from the table and into his chest, making Seeley and me even closer. He had stuck his finger in there. I felt so weird but oddly.. filled.

"Just trust me," he whispered into my ear. I shivered at the feeling of his breath in my ear. "Oh, who's sensitive here?" I felt a tongue trace my ear and screamed a little when he bit down.

"Seeley!" I heard the chuckle from him and pouted. He wiggled his finger and the pout disappeared from my face. I moaned into his neck. "It feels weird."

"Bare with me," he grumbled. At his words, he entered another finger.

"But it feels so weird!"

The hand that wasn't in my ass was stroking up my arm. It rested on my shoulder and gripped harder. "Watch this," he muttered.

He moved the two fingers until they brushed something inside me.

I knew that.

But not like that.

I screamed a little more and bit into his shoulder.

"Ain't that a trick to learn?" he asked me. I moaned again, teeth still latched to his shoulder.

He started to scissor his fingers a little before switching to pumping them in and out, hitting that spot over and over.

He repeated this several times until I was a withering mass of moaning and screaming.

Without my knowledge, he had added a third finger and stretched me a bit further, but I didn't realize until after he pulled his fingers out.

I left his shoulder and let my head fall back, hitting it painfully against the desk.

"Seeley," I whined. It was pathetic to hear myself, but let it slide for what I knew was supposed to come next.

"Lube," he growled. He leaned over me to get to somewhere on his desk. I heard a drawer open and close. He had a tube of something in his hands, taking his attention away. I made a low whining voice and draped my arms around Seeley's neck and kissed him.

He openly kissed me back, forgetting the object in his hands. Several seconds later, he pulled away reluctantly and glared at me. "I was doing something," he growled. I let a smile slip onto my lips as I gave him a peck again.

"I know," I replied. He finally finished what he was doing. He slipped his fingers back into me, but this time, it was much more wet and slippery.

"Lube," he said, as if to answer my unasked question. His fingers left me for a second time, leaving me feeling empty again. "And now, the real stuff."

I felt something much bigger than his fingers poking at my entrance and I cried out when it entered. Fully in me, I looked at Seeley for a few seconds. On his face was the look of explicit bliss and contempt.

But that disappeared all too soon. It was replaced with a look of pure feral lust. A look that I don't think I would ever forget.

Or ever see.

But I couldn't think anymore, because he started to move above me, giving me a feeling of pure pleasure. Then he hit that spot and I screamed.

"Yes," he growled. I didn't realize he was coherent enough for words. "Scream for me. Scream some more."

And I couldn't deny him any longer. I couldn't really I say that I screamed, but I did run my throat sore.

He kept pounding into me, bringing me to euphoria. To Heaven. To nirvana.

To Seeley.

He grunted when he came, I screamed. So very predictable.

We lay there in the afterglow, Seeley still in me. He was panting heavily on top of me, practically crushing me. But I didn't mind; it was actually really nice, having him above me.

"We should clean up," he muttered, tickling my ear with his breath. I felt myself shutter, but didn't really comprehend what I did until I felt a tongue trace the shell of my ear. He bit down, making my breath hitch even more, if that was remotely possible.

After nibbling on my ear for a few seconds, he pushed himself away and pulled out. Finding some discarded tissue on the ground, he cleaned me up, then himself.

"I'm taking you back to my place for the night," he said from where he was gather his clothes.

I was getting off the desk when I found myself with a face full of clothes.

"Put your clothes on. I don't think I could resist you if you continue to tempt me that way." A warm feeling came across me at his words and I couldn't hide my smile then. Quickly adorning all my clothes, I waited for him.

"You're like a puppy," Seeley muttered as he grimaced at the mess we made on the ground and desk.

"A puppy who just had the best sex in his life," I replied.

I wasn't sure if I had said the right thing or not, because Seeley was being awfully quiet now. I looked at him desperately, awaiting his words.

"Oh, don't worry. This won't be the last day of amazing sex you'll have." My heart dropped at his words, but I wasn't sure why.

"So I'll be with other people who are just as amazing as you?" I definitely said the wrong thing then, because he didn't say anything, but rather walked right up to me.

"You'll never be with anyone else," he growled in that voice I liked of his so much. He wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me chest to chest with him. "Don't count on me to let you go. You're mine for a while." His lips fell on mine possessively, stealing my breath away.

"A long while."

And you know what? I didn't think I would mind so much.

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(Off note comment, I was listening to Mellow Yellow by Donovan as I was writing this.)